Sehwa turned his head, as if refusing to engage. It was an obvious provocation, a daily squabble. But being used to it didnāt mean the dismissive treatment stopped stinging. He knew they did it to get a rise out of him, and precisely because he didnāt want to be swayed by their games, he pretended it didnāt bother him and let it slide.
Sakura, Hongdan, sometimes Marchā¦
Heād told them a hundred times not to call him by those stupid nicknames, but no one listened to a mere debtor, a fool, a drug peddler. Still, Sehwa never tired of repeating it.
My name isnāt Sakura, or Hongdan, or March.
Itās Sehwa,
Lee Sehwa.